I'm only interested in poetry.

Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You "don't try". That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks, you make a pet out of it.

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

purple does something strange to me

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.